Atham'aali'kema
Happily forgotten
Burning orbs looked quietly over the vehicle, a grease rag in his left hand. Blue fingers, blackened with soot and debris, pressed against the face of the cargo vessel. He caught the reflective expression as he worked a slow shine into the metal with no true end in sight. He was but a single person against a sea of bolted and riveted metal.
"You okay?"
The voice rang out from the ramp as it descended, exhaust and steam pushing into the bay.
"You seem more quiet than usual." The Falleen woman spoke as if she cared. She wore the garb of a Captain though her expression was motherly, almost tender.
"I'm not fond of the First Order." He whispered, standing up straight and stretching his shoulders. A long brown coat hung on his shoulders, the apparel of a common smuggler beneath. He holstered a weapon on his hip though he cared little for it's use. This was what he was told was normal for his occupation.
"Why's that?" A human male blurted out as he rolled out from underneath the vessel. The hoverboard from beneath him was loud and clanked against the duracrete below.
Maalik looked quietly towards the clamps of the ship. The durasteel and the way it gripped the surface, keeping it from taking off despite the engines running hot. It seemed to captivate him, if only for a moment.
"Because they're not fond of me."
"Well, you picked a bad place for that sentiment. Varonat, after all, is home to their fortress!" The male stood up, mocking the size of the place with his hands spread wide. Maalik could smell a hint of something on him. Death sticks. It wasn't long before that one was gone, strutting back up through the ship and into the belly of the cargo hold.
"Don't mind him. I've got a task for you."
"Like on Donadus?"
"No..." She said with smile and chuckle. "I don't need that Maalik. I need this one." She pressed her hands against his shoulders, clapping.
"No fighting?"
"No, not that I know of. This will be simple transit."
"Good. I'm glad." He spoke with the hint of a smile. Clear attempt was put in to mimic the expressions of happiness that he so often saw others wear. But in the end, it felt hollow.
"Perk up...she will be here soon and we can get out of here." With that, the Captain was gone and Maalik was left with the quiet of the engine.
"She?"
[member="Taheera Sollo"]
"You okay?"
The voice rang out from the ramp as it descended, exhaust and steam pushing into the bay.
"You seem more quiet than usual." The Falleen woman spoke as if she cared. She wore the garb of a Captain though her expression was motherly, almost tender.
"I'm not fond of the First Order." He whispered, standing up straight and stretching his shoulders. A long brown coat hung on his shoulders, the apparel of a common smuggler beneath. He holstered a weapon on his hip though he cared little for it's use. This was what he was told was normal for his occupation.
"Why's that?" A human male blurted out as he rolled out from underneath the vessel. The hoverboard from beneath him was loud and clanked against the duracrete below.
Maalik looked quietly towards the clamps of the ship. The durasteel and the way it gripped the surface, keeping it from taking off despite the engines running hot. It seemed to captivate him, if only for a moment.
"Because they're not fond of me."
"Well, you picked a bad place for that sentiment. Varonat, after all, is home to their fortress!" The male stood up, mocking the size of the place with his hands spread wide. Maalik could smell a hint of something on him. Death sticks. It wasn't long before that one was gone, strutting back up through the ship and into the belly of the cargo hold.
"Don't mind him. I've got a task for you."
"Like on Donadus?"
"No..." She said with smile and chuckle. "I don't need that Maalik. I need this one." She pressed her hands against his shoulders, clapping.
"No fighting?"
"No, not that I know of. This will be simple transit."
"Good. I'm glad." He spoke with the hint of a smile. Clear attempt was put in to mimic the expressions of happiness that he so often saw others wear. But in the end, it felt hollow.
"Perk up...she will be here soon and we can get out of here." With that, the Captain was gone and Maalik was left with the quiet of the engine.
"She?"
[member="Taheera Sollo"]